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6:33 & Arno Strobl
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Giggles, Garlands & Gallows, Pt. 1 (Order of the Red Nose)
Fifteen days... Fifteen bodies... Fifteen ways... Fifteen corpses Slaughters with a common point A red nose on the smashed face of the dead
A killer wants each of us dead Midgets, dwarves, the short legged Fate strikes again the miniature Once punished by Mother Nature
Federate - Organize - Resist
Dismembered litlle bodies Eviscerated human dollies
With objects sticked into their butts (This is) A holocaust in Lilliput A community traumatized The petits nains are terrorized
Carnage atmosphere Horror in Smallville Watch the short legged organize their strike back Determined to survive Smallest militia that you've ever seen To the keep the dwarves alive
Army of the little - United and strong against barbarism
I think I've heard an information about the one who's responsible For the carnage among us my friends, the one that loves us better dead It could well be a clown - And there's a circus downtown
Let's investigate, find him and then castigate Let's abduct the fucker, force-feed him spitting flowers Let's investigate, find him and then castigate Let's abduct the fucker, force-feed him spitting flowers
Get up get up get up get up Let's get it up Bloodthirsty midgets are combing our town With every tool convenient to kill a clown
Mocking the tiny may damage your health Your body soon will swing at the gallows end Washing our honor Avenging our brothers Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
We know the monster (we have to) seek & destroy Come on come on get up get up, get him tied at the end of the blade Come on come on get up get up, got a monster to seek & destroy Come on come on get up get up, confessions then decapitate There'll be no mercy no second chance (Find him, greet him, kill him, then eat him).
From the guts of town, a vengeance is arising And it seems that Mr Bozo's evening is gonna be no country walk
We know where you live, we know you live alone, we're heading for Your place Gonna tear it all down We've got sticks and guns and ropes and knives and there's no use to run Cause you cannot hide Mr Clown Now the joke's on you
A worm in the apple has fucked up your brain You got a big black ball instead of your head So don't be stunned if I give you a hug It's a stab in the back, a dryer in your hot tub Mr Clown Now the joke's on you
This is not my last confidence I prepare my defense with offense So what the fuck would be the good scarves To hang the half of an army of dwarves
And that joke's funny At the end you die Yeah the joke's on you At the end you die
This is not my last confidence I prepare my defense with offense So what the fuck would be the good scarves To hang the half of an army of dwarves
Thank you for the compliment I'm gonna use and abuse of my absolute combination I prepare my own defense in case a Mouse trap is not enough to fight the midget mission
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